Dying Rose
When I followed her trace
I double-knotted my lace
She coaxed a storm to go
Had the wind beating my face
But she kept my mind afloat
Love had gripped me by the throat
I had the sense to tell but she needed to let me know
That she left my soul
Kept me alone
With her dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
Truly could not describe
What I saw before my eyes
Emotions took control
And forced my heart to glorify
Grew this flower up from dust
To flood this dry desert of mine
Now she's leaving from my life
Filling up with all this strife
I want you to be mine, dear
Is this song what you want?
I can be a stupid songwriter
But just an empty mug
Can you be the bartender to fill me up?
Is it getting obvious?
Cause she left my soul
Kept me alone
With her dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
Cause she left my soul
Kept me alone
With a dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
Cause she left my soul
Kept me alone
With this dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
I double-knotted my lace
She coaxed a storm to go
Had the wind beating my face
But she kept my mind afloat
Love had gripped me by the throat
I had the sense to tell but she needed to let me know
That she left my soul
Kept me alone
With her dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
Truly could not describe
What I saw before my eyes
Emotions took control
And forced my heart to glorify
Grew this flower up from dust
To flood this dry desert of mine
Now she's leaving from my life
Filling up with all this strife
I want you to be mine, dear
Is this song what you want?
I can be a stupid songwriter
But just an empty mug
Can you be the bartender to fill me up?
Is it getting obvious?
Cause she left my soul
Kept me alone
With her dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
Cause she left my soul
Kept me alone
With a dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
Cause she left my soul
Kept me alone
With this dying rose
In which I hold
And feel the thorns piercing
My heart riddled in with scars
Of memories
Aching
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Dela Cruz
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